Lyrics:
Broadcasted from a room that's full of it
Pushing weight, white coats are selling shit
You get lost in it
You fall victim to the cause of it
Followed by a series of unfortunate events
Looking like white America got a brother again
And what's life like for me, it's but a dream
Everything ain't
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, don't even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Don't ever quit, once you get started
says hey girl, let's go to the after party
After that we go to my room for the after, after party
y'all know what happens next, Hypnotiq and a rated X,
the silence of the frozen room was shattered
By a kid who shot before he called his name
He looked up at his killer
>from the floor where he had fallen
Said,
things get better for you
'Cause I'ma make things get better for me
And keep it Doggystyle, hottest thing out the LB
The L-L-G wit D-P-G by the sea
We
to show ‘em right
I used to be the dark child
But now I glow at night
I keep a Omelly by my
Side because we both alike
Try and keep that nigga out the
Field
digit's
Don't want nothin'
Just to pull up at the projects (Skrrt)
Easy to me, my nigga villa with a scene
Youngin always seen with a killer
(Straight up)
playin'? Kaepernick
Niggas don't know a star from an asterisk
This that new coffin, new casket shit
My killers killin' on purpose by accident
And you
Sometimes I think about it
And my poor heart wants to die about it
Woooooo about the sweet sweet love I lost
And the way I got double crossed
By
(Quavo!)
Lifestyle on camera
Hundred thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to an animal
But white people think I'm radical
it with a seam, youngin always seen with a killer
Hand stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean Margiela?
She even
a nut
All these .223's and Draco's they just might be on my line
All these shooters in my city, I be with killers all the time
This some BMG forever
SQAD killer still kill a bitch
Nigga if he ain't got my scrilla up
Hit a nigga with tha tec or tha dillinger
And make sho we ain't gittin up muhafucka
Let's organize the brother's and
Put them together arm them for the defence
Of the black community
And it will be like walkin’ up
To the White House
is thirst
I'm a killer for the verses
I'm a sinner don't make me nervous
Be a filler, what's the purpose?
Rather be a winner and deliver
What I face
waitin' my whole life nigga
Pose to feel lucky to be alive
Goin' full fledge on E
Thinkin' killer to survive, all we really want is to thrive
Hate when yo
killed"
Over and over "Everybody gettin' killed"
Yo, yo
I'm a white Beast boy like Adam Horovitz
Stab you in the orifice, I'm darker than a horror
and toddlers (huh?)
Killers, rapers and robbers (damn)
See, I adapt to that shit, though
I had to fight everyday, I was still new (I was new)
They ain't know
that's all I hear (that's all I hear)
And my circle was full with some killers
My niggas don't do the squares (don't the what?)
When I walk in the room
the martin
Stuntin' like we do ah, Girls on me
I'm ready to give it to em'
Hit the cool meet em' at the pool
Million dollar views
50 girls back up in the room
Here's the reason that, I've been upset for a while
'Cause if you're black you get life, but if you're white you're on trial
Ain't nothing to it, just
white goose
Titties everywhere
Blinded by my hair
Dogg, who? I know
We all just like em too
Don't lie in the kitchen when I fry
Green tea, that’s me,
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